I always do this; don't read books which are overly popular at some point and end up years later reading and enjoying most of them. No, I don't want to read about dying people, I don't want books to be all mushy and get me crying and I was silly enough to believe that about Oscar et la dame... . Fortunately, it's nothing of the sort, I didn't shed a tear, maybe I should have, I don't know. I loved this Oscar as much as I loved Oskar Schell, I must have a thing for their type, you get to see the world in
pink thanks to them.